Love and rebirth in Gaza

Mohammed Moussa | 10-11-2017

So far away from you,
it is dark everywhere.
City squares lie empty;
everyone’s soul is imprisoned.
Our purpose is lost.
Streets are empty of laughter.

We're fed up with concealment,
with passivity like an anesthesia.
We’re fed up with making love
behind closed doors,
hidden by tradition and custom.
Here we find everything but love.
Everything is permissible but love.

Two little lovers we were,
smiling under our own moon,
drawing our dreams on the sea sand.
All of that has vanished
like a car passing on the highway.